The Fighting Series Boxset

by Ash, Nikki

  “Do you have a condom?” I ask.

  He nods his head yes and takes it out of his pocket. He must have grabbed it when we stopped by the hotel earlier to grab our stuff. Knowing we would be sleeping here and he would be leaving early, we took our stuff from the room so we wouldn’t have to go back there in the morning.

  I take it from him, rip it open, and roll it onto his hard length. I lift higher and then sink down onto him in one fluid motion. We both moan as he fills me. He looks into my eyes as he takes my hands in his, holding me steady as I begin to ride him up and down. His dick hits the inside of me just right causing an immense amount of pleasure. After a few minutes, he places my hands on his chest and I start to pick up speed. He is so deep within me it feels like we are one. He moves his finger back to my clit from earlier and start to rub circles.

  Between his dick hitting the inside of me and the friction of his finger on my clit, I know I am about to lose it, and he knows it too.

  “C’mon woman. Give it to me. Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my dick.”

  His words throw me over the edge and I let go. My body begins to spasm and my legs start to shake, and at one point I don’t even think I can keep riding him so he can find his release. But the one thing I have learned about Bentley is even though he’s only known me for twenty-four hours he still knows me. Once he knows I have ridden out my orgasm, he grabs my hips holding me down and begins to pump up into me from the bottom. His thrusts get faster and deeper and I feel another orgasm coming on.

  “Oh, my God Bentley. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

  And this time we find our release together.

  We are lying wrapped up in the sleeping bag with Bentley spooning me from behind when he quietly says, “I don’t want to let you go.”

  My entire body stills. I don’t even know how to respond to that. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same thing but at the same time I already know how this type of story ends. Boy meets girl, boy makes girl fall for him, girl falls, and boy doesn’t catch her. Girl hits the ground face first. Splat! The End.

  “I just want a chance to get to know you more. I have never done anything like this before. I know you feel what I am feeling.”

  I take a second to get in control of my emotions and then I say, “I am not at a place in my life to give you anything more. I don’t do more. I’m sorry.”

  He grabs my hips and rolls me over to face him. I keep my eyes down but he lifts my chin up so I am forced to look at him.

  “Kayla, do you believe in soulmates?”

  Oh, boy. Here we go. Why did I have to pick the guy who doesn’t want a one-night stand? I decide to just put him out of his misery. I don’t want to lead him on. “No, I don’t. I don’t believe in love, or soulmates, or happily-ever-after.”

  His face looks like I just ran over his puppy and it makes me want to take it all back just to see him smile again but I am doing what I have to do. I am protecting myself.

  “Who hurt you, baby?” He asks while trailing his knuckles down the side of my cheek softly.

  “It doesn’t matter. The only thing that does matter is, my mom warned me love wasn’t real, but like any teenager I had to experience it for myself, and I learned the hard way she was right.”

  He thinks about what I said for a few seconds then asks, “Are your parents still married?”

  “Yeah, they have a business relationship. They are both divorce attorneys who watch people destroy their lives as well as their children’s lives every day. They have been married for over twenty years, though. When my mom gave me advice on relationships, at first I thought she was a cynic. She told me love is an emotion and emotions aren’t concrete so they don’t last. It took me a little while and a broken heart but I realized she is right. And on top of that I disappointed her and embarrassed myself.”

  I don’t ask him to give me his opinions because I don’t want to know how he feels. Feelings only hurt. He waits a beat and when he sees I am not going to say anything else he decides to give me his opinion anyway.

  “Well, my parents married for love, and they have been married for over twenty years as well. They spent so much time all over each other while I was growing up I thought that’s how all parents were, until I got old enough to go to other kids houses and saw not every parental unit is like mine. I believe in love and soulmates…”

  He pulls me closer to him until he is so close I could kiss him without moving.

  “… And I believe you very well could be my soulmate. I just want a chance, Kayla. One chance to prove to you that love is real.”

  I hate how determined he looks and I can’t stand to hurt him so I say, “I’ll think about it.”

  He accepts that answer and we fall asleep with my head on his chest as he rubs circles on my back.

  I wake up and it’s still dark outside. The small fire has gone out and Bentley is still fast asleep. He looks so peaceful with just a hint of a smile on his face. I would like to think I put that smile there. I check my phone and see it’s only three in the morning. I gather up my stuff and carefully slip out of the sleeping bag leaving Bentley sleeping there by himself. It’s just easier this way.

  Three

  Bentley

  Present Day

  Sometimes there are people and situations in life that we just cannot control. No matter how much we try, it’s out of our hands and we have to learn to accept that it’s out of our hands. Kayla is the person in my life and her refusing to allow me to show her what love is, is the situation that is completely out of my control. I have loved this girl from the day I met her six years ago at the club in Miami. I know what you are thinking so let’s just agree to disagree. I know what I felt and I know how I feel. Unfortunately, the woman I fell in love with is incapable of letting somebody in so none of it really matters at this point.

  However, what does matter is that at this moment I am standing in front of said girl staring at her adorable pregnant stomach while she is rocking a tiny string bikini that makes me want to devour her while I am currently holding hands with my girlfriend, and the only thing I can think of is, is the baby mine?

  Everybody around us goes silent and I realize I just asked the question out loud. Kayla opens her mouth to respond but Sophia, my girlfriend of three months, cuts in. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Jesus, when did her voice get so damn whiny?

  “Isn’t this the bitch from your apartment? Why the fuck would she be carrying your baby? We have been together for months, Bentley.” She draws out my name and it sounds like nails to a chalkboard.

  I go to respond but Kayla beats me to it. “Bitch? Who are you calling a bitch? Just because I am pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass back to wherever you came from. You don’t know shit about what Bentley and I have done.”

  Sophia turns to me glaring. “Bentley, what the hell is she talking about? Is it possible this baby is yours?”

  Oh. Damn. Shit just got real.

  Bentley

  Six months ago…

  The crowd is chanting “Rage. Rage. Rage. Rage.” I am standing in the corner watching the announcer declare Cooper the winner of the fight, which means that in February he will be going head-to-head for the title at the MGM Grand arena. I am so fucking proud of him. He busts his ass every day at the gym and has been putting up with his dad for the last several years just to get to where he is. I honestly don’t know how the hell he does it. Yeah, I work out at the same training facility as him but I don’t have his piece-of-shit father breathing down my neck like he does. If I did, I would have quit years ago.

  Before Cooper leaves the octagon to head back to the changing area, he nods his head for me to come over to him. “Look straight out, four rows back.”

  I do what he tells me to do and then I spot them. More importantly I spot her, the girl who left me on the beach all those years ago. The girl I knew was my soulmate but wouldn’t let her guard down long enough to give me a real chance. Well I
’ll be damned.

  “I need you to make sure Liz is at the after-party.” I give them a smirk when I see they are both looking my way and nod my head. I know Cooper feels the same way about Liz as I do about Kayla.

  Once Cooper and everyone make their way out of the octagon, I approach the girls.

  “Well, God damn. If it isn’t the girl who got away.” I direct my statement at Liz so Kayla doesn’t know how much that shit hurt to wake up on the beach by myself in Miami five years ago after she told me she would think about giving us a chance. When I get done looking at Liz I turn to Kayla and fuck if she doesn’t look even more beautiful than she did all those years ago. She still has the same long blonde hair with captivating blue eyes. Her body is still thin and toned but she has matured.

  “…And her best friend. Never thought we would see you two again.”

  I wait for Kayla to respond. Most girls would look remorseful when approached after dipping out on a guy after spending the weekend with him, but not Kayla. She puts her hands on her hips, lifts her chin and makes it clear where she stands. Well, we will have to see about that.

  “Looks like you were wrong because here we are.”

  “So, I take it you two are UFC fans?”

  She laughs at my question. “Umm… No. I am a fan of hot guys in no shirts fighting and getting all sweaty, and Liz here is along for the ride. Our best friend, Hayley, got us tickets to the fight and invited us to the party that is going on afterwards.”

  I will have to thank Hayley when I see her. She is our on-site medic at the gym. I lean in close to Kayla, just enough to invade her personal space but without touching her. “Well, you are in luck because I am one of those fighters and I will gladly take my shirt off and get sweaty with you.”

  This time she laughs even harder like she isn’t affected at all by me, but I can see her thighs rubbing together and I know she is putting on a front. I decide to let it go and continue.

  “So, that means we will see you at Kaden’s for the after-party?”

  “I didn’t know it’s at Kaden’s. Hayley just sent me an address, but yes, we will be there. Whether you see us is up in the air.”

  If it’s possible, I swear that woman has gotten even sassier since the last time I saw her, and if I am honest I love it. What I would give to kiss the fuck out of that girl just to shut her up, but I need to formulate a plan. I never imagined seeing her again but now that I have another chance I need to do this right. I nod to both of them and head back to the changing room to see the guys.

  Cooper, Caleb, and I arrive to Kaden’s house and the party is already in full swing. I take a look at Kaden’s home and the land he is sitting on and I can’t help but feel a little nostalgic. I miss the days when we were all roommates. Don’t get me wrong; I am happy for Kaden and Cooper each getting his own place. Kaden has worked his ass off as a trainer to save up for this house. It’s a decent size on probably a half-acre of land. Nothing huge but he has put his heart and soul into making it a home. Back in Boulder we were all roommates minus Caleb. I can afford my own place but I hate living on my own. It gets lonely. Growing up, my parents and I were very close and when I moved out of their home I moved right in with Cooper and Kaden. I like having my own space but I enjoy the company of others as well.

  It’s a little different living with Caleb. He’s more of a loner. He’s an amazing friend and will have your back without question but something fucked up happened to him. I can see it in his eyes. The problem is, he doesn’t talk about it. He has a passion for fighting like the rest of us but for him it’s more like he is fighting something within him. He also works a lot of hours as a bouncer for a club locally. I might as well be living on my own, to be honest.

  As soon as I see the overflow of people everywhere I immediately start looking for my little firecracker. I don’t see her but I do see a couple of friends from the gym so I bullshit with them for a few minutes before continuing my search. When I finally find her she is making herself a drink in the kitchen. Her phone is on the counter and before she sees me coming I snatch it up. Luckily, it’s not locked.

  “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screams out thinking her phone is being stolen. When she sees me, she simmers down but then her face morphs into the cutest glare I have ever seen. Before I answer her, I type in my number and call myself. She realizes what I am doing and tries to snatch her phone back.

  I turn around so my back is facing her and she jumps onto my back to try to get to it. I hear my phone ring and know I got her number. Her ass isn’t getting away a second time.

  I grab her body off my back and put her onto the counter spreading her legs and positioning myself between them. I think she is in shock at how easily I could fling her around because for the first time she is speechless.

  I hand her back her phone. “Now I have your number. There will be no getting away from me this time,” I say with a wink.

  She snatches her phone back and huffs out in annoyance. I must be a sick guy because the more pissed she gets, the more turned on I get. She pushes me back and jumps off the counter grabbing her drink and walking away without saying a word. I follow her outside to the bonfire and once we are away from the loud noise I grab her by her arm to turn her around.

  “Woman, please stop walking away from me.”

  She turns around and raises her eyebrows up in defiance.

  I tug her closer to me and I can feel her melt at my touch, but that only lasts a second before her wall is back up.

  “I am pretty sure I can walk wherever I want, including away from you, and I am not particularly fond of guys who take my number without even asking.”

  I try to contain my smile. I learned quickly with Kayla when she doesn’t think I am taking her seriously it only fuels her fire.

  “Look, I am sorry. But can you blame me? We had an amazing couple days together in Miami and when I asked you for your number you said you would think about it, then I wake up to you gone without even so much as a goodbye. I searched the beach that morning hoping to find those surfers who knew you but none of them were around. I have been back to that beach several times over the years hoping to see you surfing and now you are here. I can’t take the chance of you disappearing again. I believed you were my soulmate all those years ago but now that I have run into you again I know you are.”

  “Well, obviously, I did think about it and decided not to give you my number, and I am pretty sure in order to be soulmates, two people would have to agree.” She crosses her arms over her chest pushing her amazing tits up and I can’t help but look down at them. Her eyes follow mine and then she lets go of her arms.

  “Are you seriously staring at my chest right now?”

  I chuckle and then bite my lip to contain my laughter and smile. She’s so fucking adorable.

  “I’m sorry. They are just there and I can’t help but remember you in that hot bikini and shorts, and then naked wrapped around me on the beach. Everything about you drives me wild. I have spent five years thinking about you and your body.”

  Her face softens and she gives me a small smile. “You just remembered me because I am probably the only girl to ever out surf your ass.”

  “Hey now! I let you out surf me!”

  She hits my chest at that and we both laugh. Finally, I feel like I am getting somewhere with her but then I see her friend Liz walking towards us looking really upset. I nod to Kayla to let her know that her friend is walking over. When Kayla sees Liz, her hand drops from my chest and she runs over to her. I can’t hear what is being said but within seconds both girls are walking away.

  I follow them out to their car and see Cooper screaming for Liz. I don’t know what just happened but it can’t be good. The next thing I know Cooper is walking away and Kayla is peeling out of the driveway.

  I find Cooper sitting by the bonfire with a whiskey in his hand. “Bro, what the hell happened?”

  “It doesn’t even fucking matter. She’s gone and
it’s for the best.”

  I want to talk to him but I know when he gets like this he just wants me there without my lectures so I do what he wants and I drink with him. At one point in the night Cooper is so drunk, he decides he is going to find Liz.

  “I need to find her. I never should have let her leave.” He says this through slurred words. The problem with being drunk is you are always the last person to realize you are in fact drunk.

  “Just chill out. You need to get some sleep, sober up, and then you can talk to her in the morning.”

  He nods in agreement and then takes another swig of his drink. At this rate, he will probably be sober next week.

  The next morning, we are at the training center and I am totally fucking with Cooper. His ass is so hung-over I don’t even know how he’s fighting back but it makes it that much more fun. At one point, I throw a punch to his stomach and he looks like he is going to upchuck all over the ring. I can’t help but laugh at his ass. Serves him right for drinking so damn much last night.

  While he is catching his breath, I ask him if he’s going to contact Liz and he tells me he can’t because he has no way to get ahold of her. This guy gives up way too easily but as much as I want to let him know that, I decide to give him a break.

  “You are aware her best friend works at this gym, right? And even if she didn’t, I got Kayla’s number last night.” I must admit, I am still damn proud of the way I stole her number. Hopefully her stubborn ass doesn’t change it just to spite me. I wouldn’t put it past her.

  I shake myself out of my inner thoughts to hear Marc, Cooper’s dad and owner of this training facility, bitching at him and apparently, me.

  “… And you need to stop fucking around and take this shit seriously. Any more losses and you are going to be removed from this team…” He goes on and on about my upcoming fight but all I can focus on is not decking this asshole in his face. He doesn’t know shit about me, and if he did he would know I fight for fun and I don’t give a fuck if I win or lose. I do it because I love it. Sure, I want to win. I’m a guy. I’m competitive. But I do it more to spend time with my friends and to have fun, and this asshole isn’t going to suck my love for fighting out of me like he’s done to his son. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.